The Ethos of The Thought Process

This is a draft title of a blog post I was probably going to write in 2013! Wow!

About a week ago, I was celebrating 11 years, on wordpress.

Some of me can’t believe I’ve been writing for that long but hey, here I am.

It’s not surprising that I started to write before I joined facebook or even twitter. Before I opened this blog on wordpress, I shared some of my musings on campuser.net. It was mostly for free sms-es, which were quite a big thing back in the day but alas, whatsapp!? Then I opened a blogspot – crazy, before settling for wordpress.

WordPress has always had the cool themes and I honestly preferred the UI compared to blogspot. So, in good faith, I am conducting an interview with myself. I will ask the questions, and answer them! Right?

Q1. When did you start or pick interest in writing?

A. It was in Form 1 of my high school, back in 2001. I remember attending a seminar where a one Fr Baka or Baaka encouraged us to keep journals. And when I started to keep one, I realized I like to muse and think and eventually calumniating into this little writing. Eventually I was on the Eagle magazine team curating the SMACK Culture in 2006. Writing in a way comes easy because it’s like I am listening to my thoughts. And as strange as that sounds, my thoughts are really cool!

Q2. Do you have an influences and/or do you have a source for all the writing you do?

A. No! I honestly don’t have influences or sources. I have interests, true but most are random. I occasionally write about architecture, a little bit of satire and more about my life experiences. But, I am not boggled down by specifics. I am not an avid reader but I do remember attempting to write a novel, fantasy like. I’d read David Eddings’ the Tamuli – Domes of Fire series and my mind was blown. The novel is still stuck in my head. Recently though, I’ve been reading a lot of Wuxia and Xianxia. They are quite a read.

Music plays a big part in my writing. Most times, I have music for particular seasons and moments and to best capture a moment, I will look for a particular song to listen to. Music is my muse. Also (Since when did sentences begin with also?)! Before I write, I tend to take a lot of time thinking – about the message, the feeling, the structure, the nuances and much more. I could take a week or two, or even a few hours composing what to write in my head and then I shall type or pen it down. Sounds hectic, right? On the other hand, when I write, it doesn’t take more than an hour to fully compose what I am writing on. If it does though, then chances are it’s going to end up in my draft just like this one once was.

Q3. What are you passionate about?

A. Thinking! (I am cheating here because the blog is called the Thought Process.) I am passionate about writing. I find it’s something I can do and not feel burdened while doing it. I am passionate about Design and Construction. I also have a blog here albeit it’s been a minute since I curated on it. Basketball too. I call myself a professional amateur. I am also passionate about love! *wink wink!

Q4. What lessons have you learnt about your art? About writing?

A. I honestly wish people didn’t read anything on this blog before 2011! Truly, I pray no one ever does. When I started to write for publishing, I was forced to take on an editor who’d constantly check on me and my grammar, phonetics and punctuation. I also learnt more about tone and nuances in writing. I remember writing a 10 line paragraph back in the day where I believe one would need to quench their thirst after trying to read it all at once. Now, after a couple of seminars and writing for a few professional zines, I’ve gotten the hang of it. It still plays me sometimes but not as bad as it was before.

Q5. Any lessons or nuggets you can share?

A. Uhm! Edit your writing! For someone who hates editing my work, I’d encourage you get an editor. I tend to publish my draft and then come back to edit it later. So most times, what people read is my unedited raw writing. The disadvantage is that you will get a few tenses wrong, and yet you want the reader not to cringe at what you write. Also, keep writing. I’ve been writing for a long time now, close to 18 accumulated years but I just never seem to run out the zeal to write. I love what I write about. Most of what I write hits close to home, and sometimes there’s personal experiences. Some work I share, and other times, I just keep it to myself. I do have my occasional readers but well, the writing is mostly done for me.

I am told that reading also does the trick so maybe read a little and see for yourself.

Q.6 Any conclusions, remarks?

A. Yeah, please subscribe. I’ve made it a point to write at least once or twice a month. Sometimes twice a day like today, so please subscribe. And thank you for reading. I like it when you read.

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Darkness

Sometimes I wish for a darkness
A darkness that thrills
And a thrill that chills
A chill that quietens the shiver

Sometimes I wish for a darkness
A darkness where shut eyes are bright
And a brightness that quietens the mind
Because the mind needs a peace

Sometimes I wish for a darkness
A darkness that creates thought
And thinking is what I like most to do
But that darkness is no more!

Miracles

Miracle
/ˈmɪrək(ə)l/
noun
  1. an extraordinary and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore attributed to a divine agency

I haven’t been going to church for the past few weeks, give or take 5, since my wedding. I called it my spiritual sabbatical. But last Sunday, amidst the maybe I should start going next week, I found myself headed to church.

When I walked into church, the corner where I usually sit at was taken, and so we moved to the best seats right next to it. It so happened that there was a gentleman seated right next to where we were.

And as we sat, we introduced ourselves to our neighbour and got right into the groove of the service.

*

Fred had just left the bar that morning feeling distraught and not knowing what to do. He felt his life was in shambles and he needed something to get it right. The bottle he’d been stuck on for the last few weeks was not doing the trick. He thought maybe relaxing his mind and getting his thoughts in order would do the trick. He thought that maybe a little jazz to set the mind at ease and figure out what his next move was what he needed to do.

So he left the bar  and wondered around looking for where he would get to listen to jazz music that morning. It so happened that he knew a place that would do the trick and thus got onto his bike and rode to Jazzville. Jazzville is known for being the centre so he definitely knew that there would be some soothing music when he got there.

*

Where two or more are gathered, I am present. Churches have evolved recently from rocks to buildings and now bars. Where I go to worship on Sundays is also a jazz bar – occasionally.

I sat next to Fred on Sunday morning as he narrated his story. His wife had left him with the kids, his life was miserable and he didn’t know what to do. He’d spent the better part of the morning drinking to forget his problems but his problems just didn’t want to go away. And this morning, after he left the bar, he was looking for a place where they played jazz and so headed for Jazzville. It so happens that the Worship Harvest Bugolobi community congregates at Jazzville every Sunday at 9:00 and 11:15am.

He walked in and found them preaching. Confused, he sat and listened. He’d been crying since they started preaching because they were preaching to him. The sermon was about him. The music was about him. He seemed puzzled about how a random thought had brought him here. And most of all the message was ‘The ONE’! Worship Harvest is embarking on a mission to bring the one back to God much as Christ brought us back to Him.

Coincidence, I think not.

Life is but miracles. A series of unexplained and yet interconnected situations. Fred came to church on a whim and shabang, got saved. Yeah, Fred gave his life to Christ. I came back to the fold (well, I really never left) and this is just but another happy ending. Are you waiting for that miracle to happen to you? Do you know that you actually don’t have to wait for that to happen?

‘I knew you before you were made…I have plans to prosper you…I am your Shepherd, you shall not lack…Ask and you shall receive…’

Peace, and may this journey continue to bring you light Fred.